I was looking through

Through the, the window pane

Tears of rain ran down

And blurred a sight so bad

Revolution now

Somehow, I feel afraid

I, I heard her cry

Out loud, echoes insane

She fell to the ground

Her hand reached out in vain

Young, Lycee was young

But now, oh there she lay

Who will call her name

Victim of blood red flame

She, a living sun

Will not come back again

I, I saw her face

Through the, the window pane

I, still hear her cry

I feel, I want to die

I, I saw her face

Through the, the window pane

I, still hear her cry

I feel I want to die